My Mini-Tribute to The Eraserheads: The Greatest Band of My Generation


One would think I write this post for the sole purpose of SEO (search engine optimization), specially that their much-awaited reunion concert last night, August 30 was cut short when frontman Ely had an emotional breakdown and was rushed to the hospital after performing only 15 out of the planned 30 songs. But no, I did not write this for SEO. People who don’t know me and even the ones close to me have no idea how such an E-heads fan I am. And I couldn’t really blame them. The Eraserheads came at a “serious” time in my life — high school. Okay, that’s self-imposed “seriousness” for sure. And people who knew me then wouldn’t think I digged the music of The Eraserheads (and that is if they even thought I listened to music at all). The normally-most-enjoyable-time in a person’s life was ironically the most serious period of my life.

While everyone seemed to sing their way to school, I was all busy being so uptight and nerdy. No fun at all, I tell you. But deep inside me, my soul sang and knew all those E-heads songs by heart, although I may not have exactly sang my heart out inside the classroom while the teacher was out — because I’m all busy reprimanding all those doing exactly that, God knows how I wished I had that privilege — of getting lost in an E-heads song. The responsibility I had way back then was just too tough to allow for a let-up, even for just a second. I mean, come on, what kind of a class president would I be if our teachers saw me leading those mini-concerts, right? But looking back now, I sometimes wish I never had that responsibility to mind. Maybe I would have enjoyed high school a bit. But hey, this is supposed to be an Eraserheads tribute. :)

The Eraserheads, my friends, is more than just another band. Their songs have been the soundtrack of our lives — my generation’s. Their voices are the voices of my generation. Ely’s voice, albeit not the best, is music to everyone’s ears — including mine.

It’s not so much the voice. It’s not so much the melody. And sometimes, it’s not so much the words either. It was more about the spirit, the enthusiasm and the vitality that came with being young, free-spirited and self-expressive. The Eraserheads sang to and sang about a generation unique to the rest of those that “were” and “will be”. And no, I’m not trying to draw profundity from a purely trivial musical era (if you will even allow it to be called that). There is nothing amazingly profound in their songs, really. It was down-to-earth real and simple. And that’s probably what endeared them to youngsters of my time and even older people. There is no hidden meaning to decipher (although the issue of “backmasting” was prevalent then). It was music and that was it. I speak for myself when I say that they are the greatest band of my generation, at least in the local scene, but somehow, I feel that I am not alone in this sentiment. The Eraserheads occupy a special spot in my heart that belongs to them and to the people of my high school — tough, edgy, cool and refreshing — an almost improbable mix, I would say, but made up of truly endearing memories that one would love to relive over and over again.

They have made numerous albums and scores of songs — many of which were big hits. And many of which, I love. But for this post’s tribute, I give you the song that would probably be a good “finale” song for the concert. This song not only speak of their influence in terms of music but also of their sense of idealism and their hopes for their fans and I guess, the Filipinos as a whole. The Eraserheads has done for many Filipinos what music does to people in general — to transcend economic status, political affiliations, religious persuasions, and personal preferences. And for that, they are truly “Para sa Masa”.

Oh, yes. I am an Eraserheads fan. And I’ll go through high school all over again if only to see them sing and make music together one last time.

Para Sa Masa — The Eraserheads

Ito ay para sa mga masa
Sa lahat ng nawalan ng pag-asa
Sa lahat ng ng aming nakasama
Sa lahat ng hirap at pagdurusa

Naaalala nito pa ba
Binigyan namin kayo ng ligaya

Ilang taon na ring lumipas
Mga kulay ng mundo ay kumupas
Marami na rin ang mga pagbabago
Di maiiwasan pagkat tayo ay tao lamang

Mapapatawad mo ba ako
Kung hindi ko sinunod ang gusto mo

La la la la la la la la…Pinilit kong iahon ka
Ngunit ayaw mo namang sumama

Ito ay para sa mga masa
Sa lahat ng binaon ng sistema
Sa lahat ng aming nakabarkada
Sa lahat ng mahilig sa labsong at drama

Sa lahat ng di marunong bumasa
Sa lahat ng may problema sa skwela
Sa lahat ng fans ni sharon cuneta
Sa lahat ng may problema sa pera
Sa lahat ng masaHuwag mong hayaang ganito
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About Me
Cecilia Regina Aquino Blanquera Marmol aka RJ Marmol profile picture

I’m RJ Marmol — writer, musician, and independent creator based in Manila.

I write songs, essays, and books about the messy overlap between money, overwhelm, creativity, identity, and rebuilding. Much of my work circles around what happens when life stops feeling manageable — and how we try to think clearly, make decisions, and keep moving anyway.

I’m also the author of Rebuilding Under Debt: Thinking Clearly When Everything Is a Blur, a nonfiction book published under Steady Hand Press. The paperback edition is listed under my full publishing name, Cecilia Regina Aquino Blanquera.

On the music side, I release work as HeyRJ. On the writing side, this site is where I gather my books, essays, notes, and whatever I’m building next.

Music

HeyRJ is my sonic soul project. I create raw, minimalist-style and deeply personal music interpretations that feel like a late-night conversation with your truest self.

By blending lo-fi acoustic textures with poetic honesty, my work explores love, loss, grief, healing, and the quiet in-betweens of life. Each song is a letter — a journal entry — a gentle companion for when the world feels too loud or too quiet.

While my catalogue began with intimate cover renditions, my work is increasingly being shaped by original writing, drawing from years of poems, lived questions, and emotional survival.

“Stuck Home Syndrome” released on March 20, 2026 is my first original 20-track album written during a period when time felt compressed and days began to blur into each other. The songs came from sitting with thoughts that had nowhere else to go — unfiltered, repetitive, and sometimes uncomfortable. It’s a concept album that isn’t built around singles or polish. It’s closer to a continuous inner monologue, recorded with minimal production and very little ornamentation and meant to be listened to as one cohesive body of work. The goal wasn’t to resolve anything, only to document how it felt while it was happening.

On May 29, 2026 I released new original singles – “Rapturous”, “Uh Huh”, “Look At You”, “All That” and “Blew Print”. I continue to release both original and cover songs and intend to so for as long as I can so check back every once in a while — you might. just find something you’ll like.

For business inquiries relating to music, email me at: heyrjmusic[at]gmail[dot]com or my personal email at: rjmarmol[at]gmail[dot]com.

Books

Rebuilding Under Debt: Thinking Clearly When Everything Is a Blur

A nonfiction book about what debt does to the mind — and how to begin functioning again when financial stress has made everything feel blurred, urgent, and overwhelming.

Rather than treating debt only as a financial math problem, the book explores the emotional and cognitive realities of financial distress: shame, decision fatigue, avoidance, panic, relationship strain, and the difficulty of making sound decisions while mentally depleted.

Published under Steady Hand Press. It’s available worldwide in ebook and paperback formats on Amazon. Bookstores and libraries can also be order it wholesale via Ingram.

Contact

For book-related inquiries, media requests, bookstore questions, or discussion-group invitations, you can reach me through the contact page on this site or send me an email to rjmarmol[at]gmail[dot]com or hello[at]steadyhandpress.com